I know what it is like to have writers block.too stare at a blank piece of paper and see nothing,pumping out the oil of creativity but when it is all but tapped out the resources to further or to begin are dry.
Friedrich nietzsche once said “if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you” and that perfectly describes writer’s block gazing forward at the blank page and the bright illuminating screen of your laptop acts as a shield warding off any foul nouns,verbs,or onomatopoeia like they were flies swarming a hot slice of pizza,ideas scraping at the corners of your mind like they were front line protesters screaming for their cause,ideas begging to be to spoken or jotted down on a napkin you justed wiped your mouth with , these words standing on a sandy palm tree scattered beach trying to send an idea placed in a glass bottle ferrying across the see of writer’s block hoping to reach the fore front of your mind only to be swallowed up by the hurricanes of forced plots.
Writing is a lot like growing a plant, you cannot create a seed just like you cannot create a plot,these things can only be found walking through a tiny suburb or camping surrounded by myriad of conifers ,flowers, and moss.Never can you force a tulip to grow up to be a rose ,you simply cannot let a sapling sprout root and grow into something it isn’t that how something dies, but with the correct care they can blossom into something beautiful.
Writer’s block is pure and sheer nothingness. No seedling sprouting through the soil of the subconscious, glass bottles maneuvering through the vast open expansion of sea only to be pranced on by a wave filled with the intent to snuff out the flame of an idea.
Writer’s block is a winter it kills all life all thoughts leaving nothing but a barren landscape, A winter that never ends leaving the the writer without the resources to go on all the while somewhere praying that spring comes that the death that has been sown will help sprout a new beautiful array of thoughts and ideas. I know writer’s block and as easily as it can be a blanket of snow covering anything from appearing on the great landscape that is a writer's mind it can also be the contrary a pearly white blizzard of ideas that swarms and consumes everything in its path in the most unforgiving manner holding the writer captive like caesar was by pirates not being able to pick a single snowflake out of an innumerable amount and perhaps you stumble upon the perfect snowflake of an idea and before you have the split second of time where the earth stops spinning and you rejoice in the discovery of this idea it melts away abruptly erasing itself diligently from all four corners of the earth.
Writer’s block is difficult to encapsulate within one description, writer’s block turn writers into tantalus reaching for an idea forever eluding them, writer’s block is a symphony of sights, sounds ,and colors drowning out the tiny inaudible notes,inkling of something great,writers block is a pressure in the back of your head trying to push ideas through the sift into the front of your mind but the sifting grains are too small.
The strainer that refrains any ideas from passing through eventually cracks and then the true symphony emerges from the once deafening noises of the background noise once this happens a steady trickle of thought flows like that of a creek it flows covering in its wake the tiny stones of stumble until nothing is left but something.The crayon of writing colors until every nook and cranny is color in a myriad of colors.
Hardly anyone talks about painter’s block because to paint you must see but too write you must know when you read you get a look inside of a writer's mind better than any psychologist ever could that is why writer’s block is so potent there is nothing to see no place to look to write is to capture an essence not found at a scene or a picture but at something far more abstract life,the human condition, and so on and so forth with so many different views and thought it is suprising that writer’s block isn’t more common.
I know writer’s block.I know the dam that blocks all thought , the one word that is just itching in the back of your mind but google just can’t find it .
Friedrich nietzsche once said “if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you” and that perfectly describes writer’s block gazing forward at the blank page and the bright illuminating screen of your laptop acts as a shield warding off any foul nouns,verbs,or onomatopoeia like they were flies swarming a hot slice of pizza,ideas scraping at the corners of your mind like they were front line protesters screaming for their cause,ideas begging to be to spoken or jotted down on a napkin you justed wiped your mouth with , these words standing on a sandy palm tree scattered beach trying to send an idea placed in a glass bottle ferrying across the see of writer’s block hoping to reach the fore front of your mind only to be swallowed up by the hurricanes of forced plots.
Writing is a lot like growing a plant, you cannot create a seed just like you cannot create a plot,these things can only be found walking through a tiny suburb or camping surrounded by myriad of conifers ,flowers, and moss.Never can you force a tulip to grow up to be a rose ,you simply cannot let a sapling sprout root and grow into something it isn’t that how something dies, but with the correct care they can blossom into something beautiful.
Writer’s block is pure and sheer nothingness. No seedling sprouting through the soil of the subconscious, glass bottles maneuvering through the vast open expansion of sea only to be pranced on by a wave filled with the intent to snuff out the flame of an idea.
Writer’s block is a winter it kills all life all thoughts leaving nothing but a barren landscape, A winter that never ends leaving the the writer without the resources to go on all the while somewhere praying that spring comes that the death that has been sown will help sprout a new beautiful array of thoughts and ideas.
I know writer’s block and as easily as it can be a blanket of snow covering anything from appearing on the great landscape that is a writer's mind it can also be the contrary a pearly white blizzard of ideas that swarms and consumes everything in its path in the most unforgiving manner holding the writer captive like caesar was by pirates not being able to pick a single snowflake out of an innumerable amount and perhaps you stumble upon the perfect snowflake of an idea and before you have the split second of time where the earth stops spinning and you rejoice in the discovery of this idea it melts away abruptly erasing itself diligently from all four corners of the earth.
Writer’s block is difficult to encapsulate within one description, writer’s block turn writers into tantalus reaching for an idea forever eluding them, writer’s block is a symphony of sights, sounds ,and colors drowning out the tiny inaudible notes,inkling of something great,writers block is a pressure in the back of your head trying to push ideas through the sift into the front of your mind but the sifting grains are too small.
The strainer that refrains any ideas from passing through eventually cracks and then the true symphony emerges from the once deafening noises of the background noise once this happens a steady trickle of thought flows like that of a creek it flows covering in its wake the tiny stones of stumble until nothing is left but something.The crayon of writing colors until every nook and cranny is color in a myriad of colors.
Hardly anyone talks about painter’s block because to paint you must see but too write you must know when you read you get a look inside of a writer's mind better than any psychologist ever could that is why writer’s block is so potent there is nothing to see no place to look to write is to capture an essence not found at a scene or a picture but at something far more abstract life,the human condition, and so on and so forth with so many different views and thought it is suprising that writer’s block isn’t more common.
I know writer’s block.I know the dam that blocks all thought , the one word that is just itching in the back of your mind but google just can’t find it .